There is an endless, rythmic roar. It’s all around me. The sea is grey, the light soft, almost translucent. Random piles of kelp and driftwood have settled amongst the acres of white sand. It smells like the end of summer, still warm but changing, as is everything. I love that we scattered Mum’s ashes here. I feel quiet, rested. My body and my bones, blessed with 10 hours of deep sleep and sparkly dreams, are slowing to meet the pace of the Mainland. I can see fins in the water – hector dolphins love this beach, they chase after the surf and rescue boat with gusto, too fast for my camera. You are with me in this place. As I sit here with my notebook, sand between my toes, and breathe.
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your warrington beach page is so beautiful.. the photo and the writing.Healed something in me today too. you are a special woman. xx Ronnie